#13: "Fiesta Callejera De Adolescentes"
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Following the bullfight, some local law students took me on as their gringo pet and led me to a massive street party. Our friendship was based on a pretty simple recipe: I would buy them box after box of extremely cheap wine, and in return, they would do their best to keep me from getting arrested. through the streets we walked, at least one box of wine always being passed amongst us(Ecuadorians love to share, and fortunately seem to have no more canker sores then we do.) Cars drove by blaring raggaetone ( the hottest sound in town), teenage kids puked on teh sidewalk, and shrunken mountain women with bright scarves and fedoras begged for change while fighting back tears. i certainly wasnt in kansas anymore. When military police arrived with ginat shields and stern faces it was time for me to go home. i passed on teh trolley and instead treated myself to a 10km taxi ride, which cost , um, about two bucks.
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